Page 66 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

“Good morning.”

He presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Let’s eat before I do something crazy like drag you back to the bedroom and have my way with you and our eggs get cold. Nobody likes cold eggs.”

He tugs me over to our waiting breakfast. I notice right away something is missing, so I head for the fridge.

When I turn back around, bottle in hand, Sutton’s shaking his head.

“What?” I ask, taking the spot next to him and cracking open the bottle of ketchup, squirting so much on my eggs you can hardly see them anymore.

“That’s disgusting, and I’m ashamed I ever let you suck my dick.”

I nearly spit out the coffee I just took a sip of, ignoring the zing that hits right between my legs at the reminder of our shower activities last night when I sucked him off until he came down my throat.

“It’s notthatbad.”

“Disagree,” he says, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth. Boring eggs.Dryeggs. He chews and swallows. “It’s an insult to the chef is what it is.”

“They’re scrambled eggs. Calm down with the titles over there.”

“Hey, I poured everything into these eggs. Salt, pepper, love.”

We both freeze when he says the word even though we know he didn’t mean it inthatway.

It doesn’t make it any less scary.

He clears his throat, quickly changing the subject. “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Like…with us?”

“Unless you have plans already…”

I shake my head. “No. I just…I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting that you’d want to spend the day together.”

“Why would I—” His face falls, and the hurt is evident as he realizes what I’m referring to. “Oh.”

I almost feel bad for bringing it up, but it’s true.

He forces a grin, moving on quickly. “Well, you’re wrong. I have a whole day planned.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking we start with morning sex after we refuel, then possibly a blow job for lunch. Perhaps some sex in the pool before dinner—don’t want to swimandfuck on a full stomach. Then we can do butt stuff for dessert.”

I lift my brows. “That’s a lot of sex.”

“It’s really not that bad if we space it out properly,andthat’s a bare minimum of four orgasms—because I fully intend to reciprocate that blowie.” He winks. “And don’t think I missed that you did not actively refuse butt stuff.”

“I’m sorry, I meant to clarify on that, but I was a little more focused on the fact that you’ve apparently planned my day around fucking you, assuming I’m going to do it again.”

“Based on the way your legs are shaking when you walk, I’d say you’re definitely going to do it again.”

Guilty.

“Counteroffer: what if we eat breakfast, nap, take a swim that doesn’t include public fornication, and then revisit those four orgasms later? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m sore and need to recuperate.”

A slow, sly grin curls over his lips, and I already know whatever is about to leave his mouth is going to be naughty.

“Are you sore because of my huge cock?”

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